Gone
By Aarushi Sali I sat there with my headphones on, listening to yet another kid read the same dialogue in German. Page number 75,...
A Rhetoric On Faux Pas And Individualities
By Aditya S Krishna A Rhetoric on Faux pas and Individualities If you had all the time and resources to do anything by yourself in all of...
Bud's That Didn't Bloom
By Prasanna . Sunkara Everything was calm around me the cool breeze , the greens , sunlight ,plain music all of them seem to be in ...
The Hunt
By Punyasweta Mohanty This was the end. All the realms were in turmoil. One moment all was grey, the next red. The Valkyrie’s piercing...
Surprised Me
By Rashi Kaushik Ella never makes any sudden plans. She is not impulsive, never has been. She likes to plan her day and stick to it...
Sukoon
By Juhi Ghai Dil ke sitar ke chaar taar, SUKOON, PYAAR, CHAH AUR VISHWAS, Sukoon antarmaan ka who kona hai, Jisse har koi nahi chuu...
To Why This All Exist?
By Juhi Ghai You wake up with those tiny little eyes, to watch the gigantic world lighting up your life. Wondering what each feel,...
Sukoon
By Juhi Ghai Dil ke sitar ke chaar taar, SUKOON, PYAAR, CHAH AUR VISHWAS, Sukoon antarmaan ka who kona hai, Jisse har koi nahi chuu...
Please Don't Make Me An Orphan While My Parents Are Breathing
By Sanya Shah It starts with the thought that the world revolves around you. When God created you he replaced veins and blood with...
Astronaut
By Sanya Shah So, the astronaut I’m in love with is a rock-star. He knows everybody and everybody knows him. Though he likes his space;...
Fighter
By Jahnavi Amara The little boy’s plastic ball tattered away towards the metal wires lining the house’s backyard once again. But this...
Senses
By Jahnavi Amara Maybe I will never be able to smell it when it reeks of snakes crawling up my arms, knives dashing my wrists, leaves...
Shawl Insufficiency
By Jahnavi Amara Night arrived, dressed in a cloak of stars and pretty-faced in the moonlight. He shook hands with the Sun and bid her...
The Voice Of A Life
By Swathi Priya The voice of a life that was abandoned. Ma, I am grateful for I was formed inside you. You let me be with you for 40...
The Impartial
By Swathi Priya I am generally white. I am seen also inside the dark skin. I change colours from yellow to pink to blue sometimes. I live...